Don Pasquale

Last night was another great opera night. This week, the  Hawaii Opera Theatre graced us with Don Pasquale.

The whole night was wonderful. We arrived a whole 45 minutes. This was plenty of time for us to take a few pictures and order our pre-opera drinks, as well as pre-order our intermission drinks. I enjoyed a wonderful Crown Royal and Coke, while Mary enjoyed her usual glass of champagne. For intermission, we both played it safe with a simple mix of Long Island Iced Tea. They were perfect. And the opera, though was 2 1/2 hours long, held our full attention and didn’t try to lull us to sleep. It was a fine comedy with wonderful music played by an amazing orchestra, beautiful sets, great acting, and as usual, amazing voices. I do believe this was one of my favorites.

 Don Pasquale

ACT I. The old bachelor Don Pasquale wants to marry in order to punish his rebellious nephew, Ernesto, by providing himself with an heir and cutting the young man off without a penny. Dr. Malatesta, calling on Pasquale in his sunny morning room, suggests as a bride his own beautiful younger sister, whom he compares to an angel. Delighted, Pasquale tells him to arrange a meeting at once and pushes Malatesta from the room; even now the old man feels his youth returning. When Ernesto comes from his room, he again refuses to marry a woman of his uncle’s choice, saying he loves the widow Norina; the old man tells Ernesto he will have to leave the house. Pasquale then announces his own marriage plans to his astonished nephew. With no inheritance in the offing, Ernesto sees his dreams evaporating. To add insult to injury, he learns that his friend Malatesta has arranged the marriage of Pasquale, who gloats over Ernesto’s discouragement.

On her terrace Norina reads a romance, laughing at the feminine wiles it describes and taking stock of her own caprices. Suddenly depressed by a farewell note from Ernesto, she is cheered by the arrival of Malatesta, who is plotting on the lovers’ behalf. He suggests she impersonate his sister, marry Pasquale in a mock ceremony and drive him to such desperation that he will be at their mercy. Norina declares her willingness to play her role as a convent-bred country girl and goes about rehearsing gestures.

ACT II. In Pasquale’s living room, Ernesto, ignorant of Malatesta’s scheme, bewails the prospective loss of Norina. He leaves at the arrival of his uncle, who is presenting himself for an interview with the bride-to-be. Pasquale is enchanted when Malatesta introduces the timid “Sofronia” and resolves to marry at once. At the wedding ceremony that follows, Ernesto bursts in and denounces Norina’s faithlessness; Malatesta, aside, quickly informs him of the ruse, lest he ruin it, so Ernesto plays witness to the contract. No sooner has the Notary sealed the document and Pasquale bequeathed his fortune to his bride than Norina turns from demure ingenue to extravagant hussy. While Pasquale protests, Norina, Malatesta and the now convinced Ernesto delight in their success.

ACT III. In the redecorated living room, Pasquale is confronted by the stack of bills his new “wife” has amassed. When the servants arrive laden with more purchases, the furious old man resolves to assert his rights as husband. Elegantly dressed, Norina sweeps through the room on her way to the theater, giving Pasquale a slap when he tries to bar her way. As she leaves, airily saying she will return in time to wake him the next morning, she drops a letter from an unknown suitor appointing a rendezvous in the garden that night. The desperate Pasquale sends for Malatesta, then leaves the servants to comment on the advantages of working in a household fraught with such confusion. Later, Ernesto promises Malatesta to be in the garden that evening. Alone with Pasquale, Malatesta assures the old man they will trap “Sofronia” in a compromising situation. The vengeful Pasquale agrees to leave everything to Malatesta.

In the starlit garden, Ernesto serenades Norina, who responds rapturously. Their idyll is interrupted by Pasquale and Malatesta – too late to catch the young man, who slips into the house while Norina plays the innocent wife. Malatesta now announces that Ernesto is about to introduce his own bride, Norina, into the house. Norina, still playing her part, huffily exclaims she will never share the roof with another woman. She threatens to leave, at which Pasquale cannot contain his joy. Ernesto appears, and over “Sofronia”s mock protests Pasquale grants permission for Ernesto to marry Norina, with his inheritance. Dumbfounded to discover Norina is none other than “Sofronia,” Pasquale gives the couple his blessing and joins in observing that marriage is not for an old man.

Dry Stout

I finally got to brew my beer. I got paid on Friday, so on Saturday morning I took a trip to the beer store to buy my supplies.

I arrived home at 1 pm and by 2 pm I was setting up my brewing station. I finally opened the turkey fryer kit (a gas burner and large pot) that Mary bought me for Christmas. That took 30 minutes at least.

 

By 3 pm I was laying out all my ingredients, filling my pot with water, and lighting up the kettle. It was such a great setup. Next time I’m going to invite some friends over to play music, hang out and make some beer. That would be a fun brew session.

I had my kettle set up, a little table with all my supplies on it, a lounge chair, my guitar, and a pop up tent to protect me from any threatening weather. Perfect.

And it was perfect. I was so relaxed and in my element. And the beer came out just as it was supposed to. My measurements and timing was perfect and I ended up with a beautiful dark dry stout that is happily fermenting in my mini fridge in the Harry Potter closet.

Oh yes. It was a fine brew day.


The final recipe for my dry stout

Burns Night

This past weekend was a full one. On Friday, Mary and I got to dress up all fancy like and head into Honolulu to see the opera Aïda. The music was beautiful and the voices were amazing. It’s the first time in years I’ve been able to do that and I enjoyed it thoroughly.


I know, I know

Saturday was Burns night. The annual celebration of the Scottish poet Robert Burns, as put on by the Caledonian Society of Hawaii. It’s a night I always look forward to. I get to dress up in my kilt, adorned with a furry sporran, hose, kilt pin, sgian dubh, and a wide leather belt clasped with my bright shiny belt buckle. This I top off with a nice white dress shirt and dress jacket.


The amazing Celtic Pipes and Drums of Hawaii

There are so many good things about Burns night. One of the first is that I get to perform with the RSCDS group doing both Scottish country dancing and highland dancing. It is so much fun. We practice hard and then perform, smiling and dancing and looking like we all know what we are doing. Even when, at times, we don’t. It always works out in the end. The idea is just to have fun.


The Haggis


The Haggis 5 seconds later

Besides the dancing, burns night has so many awesome things, including haggis (oh yeah), Cockaliki soup (although this year it was replaced by beef-barley soup), a beef dinner (unless you are the fish-loving type), bagpipes (not for eating), poetry, and scotch. This year, the scotch was provided by our own RSCDS teacher Bruce. For his 60th birthday, he bought a barrel of scotch from the Isle of Islay in Scottland. It was a beautiful bottle aged 10 years, had a wonderful taste and a little extra kick.


Bruce’s Scotch

It was a fine evening. I enjoyed getting out and socializing and dressing up and dancing and eating and drinking and just having a good time. I think I’ll do it again next year.

 

Work Is Going Well

My motorcycle has been wonderful. I’ve beeb able to zip around town and to work and back, and save lots of gas doing it. As a reward, I replaced the gross dirty spark plugs with pretty shiny new ones. The bike reacted so well to the new spark plugs, that I decided it was worthy to receive a new title.

 
Falcon: Millennium Edition

The job has been going really well. My co-workers have accepted me and we joke and laugh at all the faculty who don’t know how to keep their printers plugged in. My ride to work in the mornings is a little slow because I live across from a school. My ride home is even slower. It’s a 3 mile drive. It takes me 15 minutes to get to work, and 25 to get home. But at least it’s a beautiful view as I wait in traffic.


I can’t take pictures while I ride, but here is a view as I leave. It’s pretty much the same the whole way, only without the condos in the way.

A girl cam in to the office the other day exclaiming that her external hard drive had stopped working. It was a back up of her old laptop that had stopped working. She paid UH $100 to back up the laptop after it died, and now her backup has died. Bummer. She asked me if there was anything I could do. Turns out I couldn’t. It was  dead. But I told her that if her original laptop was dead (not the hard drive), she could just remove the hard drive, buy a cheap $15 enclosure for it, and keep using it as an external hard drive. Her face lit up, she was so happy. Then she was so mad at UH for charging her $100 to back it up. Then she was happy again and offered me these gorgeous avocados for my troubles. 🙂

All I have to do now is wait. With any luck (it would be about time too, right?), I’ll get the full-time position and be a slave to “the system”. 🙂 If it results in receiving more free avocados, I can live with that.

 

Isn’t Technology Wonderful?

The boys have been back home for two weeks now. I miss having them around. With Gavin having his new iPod though, it’s made it a little easier. We can text each other and send pictures to each other, and when we really want, can do video chat with FaceTime. It’s kind of wonderful. He sends me pictures of lego ships that they built or videos of them playing with the cats. It’s nice to be able to see them when their not here.

To fill the time between texts and FaceTime and iChat, I’ve been working and trying to keep busy. I’m back to the RSCDS dancing, which has been fun. Burn’s Night is coming up soon and we’ve been practicing for that. There’s nothing quite like kilts, bagpipes, scotch, haggis, dancing and socializing.

I haven’t brewed a batch of beer for quite a while. I believe it’s been about 2 months now. Ouch. My next major batch of beer will be brewed the week of February 3rd. I’ve got it all planned out. I’m going to make a Dry Stout and it will be delicious. I’ll finally get to use the gas burner and pot setup that Mary gave me for Christmas. In the mean time, I found out that Mary has been keeping a Mr. Beer kit in her closet for months now. I made her pull it out so we could  dusted it off and brew us some beer. Unfortunately the mix that came in the kit had an expiration date of March, 2009. Considering that they are good for two years after purchase, we decided that it was no good. Luckily we were able to find a replacement mix at Sears of all places. Having a non-expired ingredient kit, we spent some time on Sunday brewing us up a little keg of Mr. Beer. Next week we bottle.

I still haven’t found out if I’ve got a full time job or not. My interview was 2 weeks ago. I’m enjoying working at WCC and am optimistic about getting the job, but I still worry. I’m hoping to find out soon. Until then, I’m kind of on the edge of my seat. Not getting this job would put me right back where I was in November – jobless with no money.

Speaking of work, I’ve been able to ride my own motorcycle to work everyday. It came on the barge a few days after I got back from dropping the boys off on Maui earlier this month. It barely fit in the crate, but all went perfectly smooth. I’m very happy to have it back. Plus, it makes parking at a community college so much easier.